Joan watched the transformation in with disgusted curiosity. This by far beat any zombie film she'd ever seen. It was kinda cool, actually, now that the rancid smell had faded.
Raphael could deal with vomit and slime. He was a doctor, after all. True, it didn't usually have maggots in it, but he could deal. He knelt beside Michael and laid a hand on his shoulder, relief flooding his heart.
"Brother," he said, giving what healing power he could to help speed the last of the remaking process. "Lucifer is here. Uriel and Zadkiel are keeping him distracted until you are ready, but he'll be able to sense us now. What would you have us do?" His previous leadership felt lifted from his shoulders now that Michael was back to lead them again. He much preferred not being Number One Angel. He dusted some dirt from Michael's shirt. "I don't think we're in a position to fight him." He meant Michael wasn't, but he was trying to spare his feelings.